Room 402, Sunday evening

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam had spent all weekend putting together this plan. It was perfect. Soon, she'd get that little twit Carly for stealing her uncle/boyfriend while he was amnesiac after recovering from brain surgery on his fifth fatal cancer. And now was finally the time to put it into action. She had the webcam on her computer set up, her outfit carefully crafted to make Carly's eyes bleed with jealousy. She took a breath, and hit "send" on her face-chat invite.

[ooc: had to get in at least something of another character this weekend. Door is closed, post is open. Should a particular canon-mate arrive, theirs is the last thread.]

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Fredward arrived late that evening, knocking three times in their special-signal way.

His leather jacket had its collar popped, his hair was immaculate.

"Are you... there?" he asked, his voice hushed and secretive. Theirs was a love that no one could know.

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam slipped over to the door and flung it open. "Fredward! Finally! Come in, come in, I'm just waiting for . . . Carly . . . to accept my face-chat invite."

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"That fiend?" Fredward said, his face aghast, like he'd just put something horrible in his mouth. "What could you possibly have to say to the girl who murdered my beloved poodle last Halloween?"

[hurtingzeebo]

"I never got over the loss of your Shmoopie-poo." Sam pressed the back of her hand to her head melodramatically. "It's just another reason why she must be destroyed."

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Fredward looked away for a moment, his eyes glistening with wet, perfect tears.

"I loved that Shmoopie-poo," he said, his face twitching with emotion. "What can we do to destroy that fiend? How can we possibly hurt her as much as she has hurt us?"

[hurtingzeebo]

"Oh, it would be so much better to show you, my love." The writers had to save something for the cliffhanger. "Just know, it will ruin her for all eternity. In this life . . . and any other!"

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"There is only one thing in this world that makes me happier than the thought of getting revenge on the murderer of my Shmoopie-Poo," Fredward said, turning back to Sam. "And that is to share that moment with you, my beloved."

[hurtingzeebo]

"Oh, Fredward! You make me the happiest orphaned twin separated at birth and raised by migrant carnival workers in the whole world!"

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"And you, you fill a void in my heart I never thought could be filled, not after the day where my family's mansion burned down around us on my twelfth birthday," Fredward said. "I must kiss you, for that is the only thing which makes me truly happy."

[hurtingzeebo]

"Nothing would please me more, my beautiful, broken man."

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"You make me so very... happy." Fredward stepped closer, to kiss Sam in that passionate-yet-chaste-enough-for-daytime TV sort of way.

[hurtingzeebo]

It was almost like how one would kiss someone on a teeny bopper show. Sam pulled him close, satisfied only to hold him as close as possible.

On the computer, Carly, back in perfectly ordinary Seattle accepted the chat invite. And proceeded to sit there, gaping.